"amaranth" poems
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Caribbean blue sail's a galaxy
rivers gushing, mumbling for an eternity
reflections of Love forms to thee
Suddenly silence adumbrate
aesthete, A lustful tint of Peruvian trees
petrichor whiffs of earth's virginity
A syzygy that I can't apprehend
but, can fully appreciate its denouement
rebirth of once I fell in love been
Listen to its sotto voce ruffling
preterlabent streams, resplendent hymns
humming grasses cues to sing
Upon the mountain tops hidden
rocks of geos sighting a treasure within
only to discover lore’s of forbidden
Cascading trees whispered a cold
a journey I never knew how to go as told
trap between floras along the road
Propinquity of my eyes closing thin
soul reserved for death, till breath hops in
trodden a land ****** for me to begin
A minstrel with hands like marbles
strung a fiddle of tessellated symphonies
open wonders the eyes never seen
A bouquet of amaranth revealed
the longing heart found someone of new
sighs my feelings and away I strew
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
This one's for she who wears the glow in the dark specs.
The one nobody disrespects!
The one who always has the biggest smile on her face.
The one who constantly conducts herself with impeccable grace.
The one who isn't a afraid to be different, to stand out and defy the norms.
The one who's light still shines, so bright, even after weathering the harshest of storms.
The one who sees nothing but goodness inside.
The one who makes me feel as if I I am airborne, I can simply spread my wings out and glide.
I have been afforded the greatest honour by her, she considers me her sibling, that alone gives me the biggest sense of pride.
Some say: "Money buys you happiness."
I will not argue, that could be true.
But couldn't the same be said about love too?
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Hidden in the shadows
In the light of the moon
Is a secret born in the inception time
The whisper of legends
The Truth in the tale
Alive within dreams
A reflection of souls dancing
Diaphanous in the rays of the sun
Like lingering cold
As mist succumbs to the warmth of morning
Never to be found when looking
Unseen in plain sight
Wrapping its equal
In a swaddling of peace
Only to be known as two become one
A whole felt before
Only in the shadows of dreams
Eternal by design
Known in this realm
As a myth, as magic
But this is the only truth
Created as one soul
We are all that there is
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
We watched the sun fall down and scrape its knee again, across the horizon.
Effusing amaranth, carmine, and cochineal across polluted vista.
It felt petty to issue guttural laughs, or engage the myofacial crescents beneath its visual lament as the Earth turned its back again.
We watched the sun rise, bruised, tender and shy this morning.
Its muddled contusion obviated by the gauze of fog.
A mottled neophyte -
Luminescent crepuscular rays defied dregs of interstellar debris and cloud.
Aching to kiss your skin -
In stellar cloud nursery, it eschewed the torque of orbit and gravity - eras before verity of your essence.
Humbly settling concentrically about oblate sphere, and gaseous tome.
Latterly - It altered the atmospheric pressure on the other side of the planet a week antecedently, as you clung to your dream lattice, and Earth innately turned oblate nucleus.
Its intent –
A veneration of you.
It bade the atmosphere convey a breeze echoing about your dermis, as it gilded your frame laconically, betwixt shaded steps beneath cloud and arbor.
The sun yelled at me at its pinnacle today,
Pallid bone – molten - miasma of rage
Its core missive garnered inertia – coronal plasma warping ellipsoid factions in inflections of elusive filigree
Pirouetting spicules spattered smelted torrents in the dismal anchorite
Atomic schism – silent but felt
It stoked humidity under shadowed niche - casual vaporous smears evinced no clemency.
Flesh torqued, and seized beneath itself, briny globules shed from puckered pore.
Culminations of sensitive fluid sacs scorched into the shallows of my chassis.
Insignia knit in cellular shrapnel
The sun ignored me today – or perhaps, it was I it.
Enigmatic tenacious resolution – an echo of its gravitational collapse
Inverse thermonuclear fusion
It is not fear in a relationship that keeps you apart, it is neglect of the infinitesimal.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
the way you have your way
i might as well choke on Atlantis
and yield to the twilight pitchfork
of your tongue. an amaranth.
whose nectar
is some
doom.
glue my misery
to the slippery
slope
of lost meaning....
all the while
meaning to do so -
a
farsight
more so
than knot
cope.
but
somehow, jellyfish blinder
than up close...
and
not quite
seeing
what matters
most.
just the sting.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
In another universe, only the two of us can fly 500 ft above the ground and under an old Amaranth tree is where we first said, "I love you"
We learned to drive together. We spent time driving to see each other even just for one night. We never minded the radio station static.
My parents were not strict. I stayed all night at the bar, took cheap shots of brandy. You held my hand like it'll be the last.
In this universe, you never got tired of me. You loved me the whole time.
We never cursed each other that one night. It only took a minute to realize that it was stupid. We never forgot we loved each other.
Here, you never lied to me. You never kissed that girl. Neither of us knew what tears tasted like.
In this universe, darling, we stayed.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o’er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
And drops to perfection’s remembrance a tear;
When floods of despair down his pale cheeks are streaming,
When no blissful hope on his ***** is beaming,
Or, if lulled for a while, soon he starts from his dreaming,
And finds torn the soft ties to affection so dear.
Ah, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave,
Or summer succeed to the winter of death?
Rest awhle, hapless victim! and Heaven will save
The spirit that hath faded away with the breath.
Eternity points, in its amaranth bower
Where no clouds of fate o’er the sweet prospect lour,
Unspeakable pleasure, of goodness the dower,
When woe fades away like the mist of the heath.
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afternoon's glint on the mirror-pond,
a whirling specimen of fire,
ocher-speckled, Sun's insignia
vessels deep into the clammy water;
furiously swaying like a pinned down
beast reluctant to be held—
Makati traffic jostles the silent grieving
of the asphalt. simultaneous burst of
chrome on the metal bodies,
oh, the coming and going,
children laughing vibrantly without
memory of scathing pasts and
boorish origins— tossing coins
beckoning the heaven in pursed lips
and clenched fists tender with years
dwindling along with the turning of
the calendar's page, the sudden leap
of figure lamenting the absence
of language;
i walk the street festooned with dried
leaves and forlorn seasons,
hurling no amaranth to the entire
Makati cityscape.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
the kissing dogs are gone, sleeping long, chasing fancy in their fog
curious, a girl with a pocket of amaranth
always fresh rain on her lapel and neck
and eyes that become fixed and smaller in pleasure
an image that remains un-graven in memory, a mystery still,
like a candle stolen from a windowsill
sitting at a bar, drinking ***** with lime
seeing people i know, yet alone in rhyme
"this is how it’s going to be", said the picture of j. edgar hoover
"i’m burning you, feeding the furnace in your belly.
'you'll meet the devil if you haven't already'”, said the *****
"it will all sour, everything. get a taste and die
knowing one heaven”, said the lime
"you want to melt. the heat of your desperation touches me. you want to become a lone liquid and disperse into the clouds.
you think you can travel the world that way, maybe be tossed around
in the clear tide near fiji. but you won’t, look at me”,
said the ice in the glass.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
Thrashed interminably
to find a Death
like this,
Death like this;
digs d
e
e
p
,
to make room, for you:
that
obdurate;
swart;
gelid;
merry-go-round.
In the centre of
maelstrom;
tranquility lives,
as 393 echos evaporate
amid Amaranth
& Hibiscus,
Amen.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
If he were a canvas,
My fingers through his dark hair
Would be gentle whips of cornflower
Or the shade of the southern shores
Aching for sun kissed sands.
The deep tint of the midnight hour
Is the feel of my palm on his cheek;
Unspoken words spark between our skin,
Igniting as I am red phosphorus and he is sulfur.
If he were a canvas,
Our breathless laughter
Is a warm canary radiating
Across all the dark spaces we ignore
Like solitary candles in suburban windows.
Our hushed voices on the pillow
Is the gold with which the sun shines;
The reflection of my heart in his eyes
Is silver like a glowing full moon.
If he were a canvas,
My lips gently grazing his forehead
Are a soft powder pink,
Like the petals of an awakening rose
Or the shade of clouds draped in dawn
But when mine meet his, amaranth.
A ceaseless incandescence
Of raw desire and a hint of diffidence
From a flower seeded in our gray matter.
When he touches my skin
It’s in shades of pine and dandelion and wisteria
And suddenly I see the painting
Has covered the painter in romantic chaos
And it is the apron they put on display.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
lips of amaranth
dripped decadent language
through weakened teeth
she gave all she had
to get there
& she's forgotten where she
left her pieces
fear of fate follows
her around as
vines held tightly to
her wrists,
waiting to prepare it's most
nefarious dish
so that she may be
tempted
to break loose
& put a pen to her
pain
but seldom does the
ink flow
for the fear makes its
bed in the nest
of all she doesn't want
to lose
settled in the leaves
of ivy
a prisoner she remains
but
would you declare
Stockholm Syndrome
if you truly
belong?
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
When the camera was a following suit
It would gnaw on the amaranth, internally
******* the air and all emotion inside itself
Giving eyes to itself
It saw the deploring dump of flesh
As it split, with the coyest drone
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
Unloving thou is but Sisyphean,
Like scoria craves mixing with sea salt.
Thus akin to night and day we're but twins
Whose burning candle is never to halt.
But ever brighter than snow veiled mountains,
And perpetual as the golden Amaranth,
Yet as pure as heavens silver fountains,
Thrice fairer than the moon of the May month
Or the sea's mighty glow against the moonlight.
Always in full spate if she’d be a stream,
To draw us in a realm of sheer delight
Where daylight to fade shall be but a dream.
So true love is a gem precious than gold
Both young and old in their palm crave to hold.
©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
22 October 2016
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
They say time is like a river;
Flowing on forever, with not a glance behind.
No second passes taken, but left are remnants within the mind -
For here I walk in a field of dreams, among rose-colored grasses;
Pink-painted petals cascade from trees like amaranth, fancied and eternal -
Soft and silken, they rain like ashes; and they whisper to me sweetly.
Through the haze of time, I hear the voices of the fallen,
And the laughter of bygone days;
This lea lit by vernal skies, it is a lachrymose place -
Beautifully bittersweet, and with life interwoven.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC
eclipsed by clouds, the moon still shines
over amaranth fields, and ocean brine
over waves of water and land
stretch the light of lunar hands
touching down, a twisted ladder
kundalini as an adder
such sweet teeth are these
but I have a feeling that the echelons are only echos
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 2:39 AM UTC
for a healing
we gathered
small things
you'd gotten the idea
to bring a paper mâché butterfly
once it was dry-
holding it above your head
as if the butterfly mantra wasn't
at the lip of some rogue amaranth-
you opened your mouth
but nothing
sound
happened
a halo mocking
the bitterfly saint
droop-wings of
soda pop bottle shards
plastic coated
paper clips jabbed
in for antennas
later we released
a pinprick pine spark
toward an indifferent moon
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 6:35 AM UTC
Through the seas i travel,
all my sins unraveled.
Lamenting across my shame,
Penthus is thy name.
As the waves they break me,
a thousand knifes upon thee.
Broken, scarred and lame,
Hippasus is thy name.
Beneath the waters that straiten,
in swathes of desolation.
The amaranth of my pain,
Prometheus is thy name.
This tomb, this grave, this shrine,
my fight, my struggle to climb.
A hopeless perpetual game,
Sisyphus is thy name.
Now darkness takes the light,
as day becomes the night.
Reaching in endless vain,
Tantalus is thy name.
No longer are the stars,
the minutes and the hours.
Nor feel the dancing rain,
to wash away the blame.
And never again the sunshine,
nor any of God's design.
No more will flicker this flame,
for nameless, is thy name.
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 5:43 PM UTC
Honestly my shining star you are as
You're shining star i wish to be. In
My dreams you linger
Precious, all night long
And all day long. In
Thy arms i feel no better place. My
Love for thee oh precious
Is just as perdurable as
The amaranth. Truly you're the
Only one i think of, dream of hence thy
Love is my sweetest dream, all
I need and all i will always
Crave in perpetuity
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
I see the photo, synthesis
Emerging from cold ashen ground
Ocular chlorophyl against
The vast blue sky
I hear the tiny buds assembling
Gathering their artillery of sun and water
Ready to paint a spectrum of infinite hue
Over monochromatic concrete
I petal to a sanctuary
Of a thousand birds in
Rhythmic flight,
In space of serenity
And feel the tight tug of my blood heart
That beats in synchronicity
Like the gentle wave of a butterfly wing,
I plant myself beside my eternal Love,
To rest in our amaranth garden
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
Lives intertwined.
You are the flower that blooms,
amidst turmoil.
On azure skies of my morning,
you’re there.
Dawn welcomes you with fervor.
Intertwined lives.
You are a flower that blooms,
amongst great men, great lives.
Though sundown paints blood, spews out false promises
You’re there, unmoving.
Crepuscular creatures sing till dusk bows its head.
Death’s kiss is nothing.
Softness of your lips, fountain of youth
kissed by Death.
Counts, 3, 2, 1. Then you’re gone.
“No, I’m here,” say you.
“Hear me, I’m here”. Twice.
A child, I see in that diaphanous veil.
Old age is nothing. We mastered it,
time and again, time.
Zephyr carries your smile, laughter, whispers
to me, on my rocking chair, cradling,
Truth lifting me,
“Yes, I heard you”.
“That’s why, I’m here”.
“I heard you”. Thrice.
Lives intertwined, intertwined lives.
Nothing is forever, but our love
Like that flower:
Eternal, undying.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
The lilies adorning the streets,
fade as the stars fall like rain.
The faces of children glowing
like gold dust in the dark.
The cellars and cages hold the hope
but amaranth pools line the streets
The children play on the
swings and slides painting their
tears on the next living kings
Lily in hand he returns to the kings,
men showered in vermilion and gold
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 1:04 PM UTC
Skin to skin,
Bones to bones;
I love you with every
fiber of my soul.
You weaved your place,
Your Persian blue
Into the tapestry
Of my amber hue.
How picturesque
Our sunset sky,
With embroideries
of amaranth divine,
like Venus’ blessing in disguise.
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 8:14 PM UTC
Names are rendered superfluous,
And will never justify existence.
Life is only a moment's glance.
You're not supposed to stare directly at the sun
You're not supposed to stare directly at the sun
You're not supposed to stare directly at the sun
You're not supposed to stare directly at the sun
You're not supposed to stare directly at the sun,
But I already have.
The light is
Far too bright,
And I have
Abandoned sleep.
Originally written 4/11/11
Revised 10/15/14
Revised 12/4/16
Revised 7/16/17
2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC